Red apologised for being late, circumstances out of her control at the agency, had delayed her. They had eaten dinner together, but at separate times, due to the disparity between when they ordered and were now walking arm in arm down one of London’s back streets.
“The job has been called forward.” Daniel said.
“Oh.” came Red’s reply. “What are you going to do?”
“Do? What do you mean? I’m doing as we discussed, I just need to work out a way to get the target to believe what I am saying.”
“You’ve told him then?”
“Yes today, he reacted as I expected, perhaps I just need to go and explain again in person. Fancy giving me a ride?”
“Sure, the car’s around the corner. Where do you need to go?”
“I’m going to visit our man at home. Make sure he understands the weight of the situation.”
“Well I can think of worse ideas, you’ll have to direct me.”
They jumped in Red’s car and were soon parked in the very nice bit of West London, that Daniel’s boss called home. Red leant over and kissed Daniel on the cheek.
“Good luck, I think you’ll need it.”